Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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Bow to the pages, that got through the
Pray to the Lord, and pray to be rich man everybody
blame us,
Never wanna live life to be aimless,
Eyes are amazing, I just wanna be so close the brain is,

Never gon' play, when running up state, and the guns go blaze,
always gotta slay, when i think about the way, that im on my haze

to me,
the blasphemy,
We have to breathe,
With a plumped up bitch that's mad at me,
gotta spread rumors, it's a catastrophe,
Side eye to the and the Joe Blows,
You a little and you go low,
Praying to the and the heathens,
The evils that wanna us,
Sick and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle,
But you, wrong for the pussy mane,
I you wanna laugh but I feel your pain

we really grew apart,
Yeah we always gone when two of us,
Yeah we never ever hang again,
You always gone when I need a friend,
Times when I ever wanna leave it,
I don't score when I'm not needed,
You dip that's your own reasons,
Gotta visualize all old feelings,
Bitches to let go,
Fickle minded man and I so,
Mane, die the beat, ride to the drums,
with a snitch, and you gotta lose my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
Spill blood to all of that diss us,
Rappers talk, but they playing up,
Wow this games got you fucked up,
Play the heat, stash all the drugs,
Ride with a click, for the night,
Find you like, die for the fight, dumb
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like that you were meant to tell me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to lord I need that Jesus (Jesus),
Pray to the poor, I need this (need this) please offer to fall your (legions),
don't die for the heathens (heathens),
Please don't die for the false, please just me to help you the most,
Please just me what the hell I need,
Please just me to finally see

[Male
Broken trusted like you on ice,
Knife in the back, wanna take yo life,
You I would be trouble, you were dead on right,
at myself in the mirror and reflect on mine

[Female

way too many dramas to leave behind us,
Why do the reminders have to us,
Cause every time I close my eyes, I it, I can conceal it,
I regret them nights, you yeah,
And them texts caught you lying ooo

Oh who the are we kidding,
a young city slicker lifestyle that we livin',
But now I know,
Was this even or just for show?
I swear i hate feeling yeah